"Wow. This shit's pretty bad."
Sasha had returned to Goldenrod city under the premise that things were becoming worse in Johto, but not by this much. She had heard of the earthquakes, the roads crumbling in on the borders of the region, and the rumours of the archaeologists' assassinations. And now there were incoming reports of the destruction of the Indigo Plateau, a massive area and the headquarters of the Kanto and Johto Pokemon league. No one knew how many had survived, and it seemed that even the Champion was missing in action. Things weren't looking good at all.
But that's why she was there, at the radio tower. A call had been sent out over the airwaves, summoning the "most experienced trainers" in Johto, or any other region, to Goldenrod. It helped that Goldenrod was her current place of residence - she was able to just walk a few blocks down the road to reach the tower, like she had done many times before. Only this time she wasn't going there to participate in the weekly radio show, or participate in the lottery. Sasha was going to try and help save the entire Johto region.
And by the looks of things, the region would need all of the help she and other trainers could give. Upon entering the tower, she was surprised to see so few had come; the lobby was hardly packed, with only half a dozen or so trainers lounging about on the faded furniture. She reminded herself that the call had only gone out last night; it might take awhile for the flood of trainers who wanted to help to finally arrive.
You should stop being so serious, a voice in her head suddenly sprang up from the edges of her mind, You sound like a damned funeral mourner.
The voice was right, though; it wasn't like her to be so somber. Usually she was a boisterous, laughing lady who made jokes. But it seemed like that day, 'twixt all the chaos and reports of death, she could hardly summon up a smile. A wave of depression had set in, and it was raining in her mind.
At least let someone out, so you won't be lonely.
A good suggestion, Sasha agreed. But who could she release? She gave it a brief thought, runnning over the five Pokemon in her party. When she made her choice, she plucked out a red and white PokeBall from the belt under her black jacket and gave it a toss.
It opened in midair, and white light spilled out, forming into a Pokemon. It was blue, stood about four feet off of the ground, and had a massive horn protruding upwards from where its nose should have been. It was a Pokemon native to the Johto region; a Heracross, specifically a female one.
"Come on, Scara," Sasha said, using the Pokemon's designated nickname, "let's go sit down. I'm tired."
She wasn't so much physically tired as she was mentally tired. The past few days of panic and utter chaos had been murder on her psyche. There was a fear for herself - would she survive the onslaught of quakes and possible eruptions? - and a fear for her family, who also lived in Goldenrod, just down the way from her.
Things will turn out all right, that voice came again, Things will turn out all right, and everything will be hunky-dory again.
I hope you're right, Sasha thought, sitting down. Then she laughed outwardly.
It didn't take a lot to realise she had just been talking to herself.
Scara watched her trainer quizzically, unable to tell just what had happened. Of course, maybe she didn't want to know, either.